I fell over on my way to the bathroom--I live alone in my suburban home. I can't get up off the carpet; I can't even crawl for the phone. I've been here for a couple of days. Flies gather where I lay, attracted by the smell--laying eggs where I fell. Eggs that hatch into maggots...maggots that grow tired of waiting...maggots with places to be--maggots with people to eat. I'm inchin' away, but they're inchin' faster. I'm in a pinch--I know what they're here after! It's a little like baking brownies; you can't take them out too soon, but you don't want to eat those brownies...you want to eat what's on the spoon. What's a couple of days to a maggot? What's the tissue surrounding a sore. That's barely a maggot's mouthful, that'll leave them hungry for more. What's a couple of days to a maggot? What's the tissue surrounding a sore. That's barely a maggot's mouthful, that'll leave them hungry for more. What's a couple of days to a maggot? That's the time it takes to sing this song. That's a couple of days to a maggot, and that's a couple of days too long...they're impatient maggots.
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